Summary:You’d remember Jungkook with every life you lived. Only he’d never remember you, never recall how your fates were written in the stars since the beginning of time.
Genre: Angst. Fluff. Light Smut
a/n: This is a roller coaster of emotions, but it has a happy endng because I’m a sap and didn’t want to make myself cry.
He came to you like a breath of fresh
air, cleansing your body and bringing life to your bones. He was the
type of art that only existed on grainy canvases of white, beautiful
colors blending together to form a perfection to your eyes. He was
the smell of fresh rain on a summers afternoon, peculiar and
satisfying mixed into nothing other than complete and utter fondness
on your part.
hc that james and lily get so good at loving each other that they actually don’t know how to be with anyone else:
say that. like. at some point after they’ve left school. they get in a real big fight over something stupid
‘REGULAR DIGESTIVES ARE NOT BETTER THAN THE CHOCOLATE COATED ONES’ ‘YES THEY ARE, JAMES’
and somehow they end up at the conclusion that they need to take a break
‘well, do you want to date other people’ ‘sure’ ‘no problem’ ‘fine’ ‘cool’ ‘awesome’
and five minutes later james is despairing into a bottle of firewhiskey and sirius is telling him that he’s an idiot
and lily is over at marlene’s and she can’t seem to stop repeating the words ‘what the fuck. what the f’
basically they both work themselves into a stupor and end up spending several nights at bars and clubs trying to get themselves a date
sirius takes james to one and sits in the back with his head in his hands because james has completely lost it
he has to keep ushering girls away from himself to concentrate on what james is saying
and it’s a whole lot of ‘uhh do you like…quidditch? ‘quidditch.’ ‘i like quidditch.’ ‘have you ever played quidditch before?’ ‘these bar crackles are stale’
and all he can think about is how this girl isn’t lily and how she’s totally different and doesn’t hold herself in the same way and doesn’t look like her or sound like her and he doesn’t like it
but the girl doesn’t mind bc this james potting fellow is handsome af
they end up making out in the back of the bar for two hours
and james doesn’t mind
it’s not the same
and he forgets
he forgets how to do this
he forgets that only lily likes it when he bites slightly on the underside of her jaw or loosens his grip around her waist or rests his cheek against hers’
he forgets that only lily likes muggle tv shows and shitty romance novels and fresh daisies and he makes assumptions
and he doesn’t know what to do
and it’s not the same
across town lily has been dragged to several shitty cafes and groups and classes and she hates it
the only good thing abt it is that there are so many cute girls at the baking sessions and the movie nights but they’re all straight and lily ends up a disgruntled mess with red cheeks and marlene and mary end up looking at each other like ‘this is a fucking stupid idea’
but then at this one little village shop she meets this lanky boy who wears tweed blazers and has spiky, caramel coloured hair and sea-green eyes who introduces himself as seth
and she’s taken aback bc he’s cute and he’s nice and he likes books
he takes her out and she has dinner with him and he’s a little awkward and endearing
but he’s not as capable as james
his hands don’t quite fit around her the way james’s do
and lily forgets
she forgets that only james likes the smell of the extra-soft washing powder and he listens to the bee-jees when he thinks she isn’t watching and he’s scared of learning how to drive a manual
she forgets that he likes it when she straddles his hips and bops her nose against his and presses kisses along his jawline
and it’s not the same
and basically neither of them last more than a two months and it takes all of their strength and self-preservation bc they’re both stubborn and childish af
but then there’s a cutesy dinner party that mary and marlene host completely inconspicuously and very subtly forget to mention to either james or lily that the other will be there and so james wears his shirtsleeves rolled up with dress pants and forgets to muss his hair and wears the same aftershave he always does and lily has her hair soft and wears a dress where the cotton is fraying slightly and paints her lips red
and she walks in from the kitchen
and he walks in from the front door
and there are fairy lights strung all across the living room and mary is playing swanky jazz and the fire is going and sirius is making several crude and unnecessary remarks
and they stop
and lily has to turn away for a second
the dinner is stunted and quiet and brash
the food is nice and the conversation is stilted but james can’t quite stop looking at lily and lily can’t quite stop giving sideways glances at james and biting her lip
she ends up standing in front of the fire, just looking into the flames
and he musters up all the courage he has and goes to stand beside her
and instead of saying something measured and meaningful all that comes out is ‘you have lipstick on your teeth’
and lily looks at him completely shocked and her eyes widen and then she starts laughing
‘james what the fuck i haven’t seen you in two months and the first thing you say to me is you have lipstick on your teeth’
and he starts smiling
but the moment splinters and breaks
and lily looks at him with the most strained and heartbroken expression
they look at each other for a full thirty seconds before they walk silently down the hall and into the broom closet outside the kitchen
she switches the light on and he locks the door and she starts pacing and he sits down on an upturned box and she bursts out with ‘ok. ok. i can’t do this anymore.’
and he looks up at her with something really harsh and unrestrained in his eyes and says ‘thank fuck’
and then he’s kissing her
and it’s all tongue and teeth and messy and yet completely the way it was meant to be because they fit
his hands fit perfectly around her waist and her legs end up straddling his hips and he manages to sneak in kisses around her neck and she loops her hands around his shoulders and presses her lips to his jawline and they fit
and by the time they stumble
out of the closet
and everyone’s in the living room looking at them and smiling quietly
and lily’s hair is disheveled and james’s shirt isn’t buttoned properly and she’s flushed and now james is the one with lipstick on his teeth
and then sirius says ‘i think that went rather well, if you ask me’
and lily laughs and james calls sirius a fuckface
‘well, it worked, didn’t it?’
james and lily leave holding hands and drive home together
and the night is dark outside and lit by the street lights and the beatles are playing softly on the radio
and neither of them can stop smiling
‘ok but chocolate covered digestives really are better than regular ones’
Carson cursed loudly as he pulled off the exit ramp to his
work. It was his turn to bring breakfast for the office and he hadn’t
remembered until waking up this morning. The dilemma Carson was facing was twofold:
he was in direct competition for a promotion at work with Jenny and he feared
she may be pulling ahead. Last week, she had brought in homemade quiche, though
Carson raised an eyebrow as to the authenticity of the homemade portion of her
claims. The quiche tasted suspiciously similar to the ones made at a downtown
bistro their boss had previously deemed his favorite restaurant in town. Hack
or not, Jenny had been praised throughout the week for her baking skills and
now Carson found himself frantically wracking his brain for an immediate
solution to office breakfast.
His car slowed as he passed the sign for “Devil’s Doughnuts”
and after lingering long enough that a car behind him honked, Carson pulled
into the parking lot. His boss had been
on a health craze lately. Though probably laying the foundation for a Human
Resources nightmare, Carson’s boss had been chiding employees who were seen
eating unhealthier options for their lunch.
Carson had the benefit of a fast metabolism and a general apathy towards
food. Eating was something that merely fueled his body from Point A to Point B.
His slim frame was testament to that. Once Carson took note of his boss’ behavior
towards the chips and burger crowd, he made a show of producing salads and crudités
for lunch. Earning a pat on the back and
praising of his general trimness, Carson felt his chances of a promotion grow
A typical morning for you consisted of you rolling out of bed at around 9, stumbling to the bathroom to do your business, give your face a quick rinse and your teeth a quick brush, and then pad downstairs slowly to see what you could nibble on for breakfast. Whenever Harry was around, you’d wake up to smell of bacon and the sound of crackling. However, when Harry had to leave home for a couple months, you’d find that two slices of toast with jam on top filled you up just fine.
This morning, you woke up feeling particularly rejuvenated. You flipped over onto Harry’s side, your arm tucked underneath his pillow as you snuggled up to it. It still smelled like him even if the last time he was here was about two and a half months ago. Odd… The ‘Harry’ smell seemed a lot stronger than usual. You missed Harry terribly when he had to go off, but you knew what you had signed up for when Harry first asked you to be his girlfriend. So, really - You couldn’t complain. You could whine, but you couldn’t complain.
As you rolled up the blinds, you couldn’t help but notice how pretty it looked outside. The sun was peeking out from behind a nest of clouds, the trees were looking very green and lush, and the rose bushes you had been tending to looked as rosy as ever! Maybe today was going to be a good day! You had the whole house to yourself and you couldn’t wait to unwind on the couch with a bowl of cereal and your eyes glued to the TV screen.
You hummed to yourself as you padded down the stairs, your brows furrowing at the sight of the remote control sitting on the arm of the couch rather than its usual place on the coffee table. You’d watched TV last night, maybe you just left it on the arm?
“Silly me.” You snorted, picking it up and setting it down on the table. Walking into the kitchen, you wondered to yourself what kind of cereal you were in the mood for today. Cinnamon toast crunch? Or maybe those tiny chocolate chip cookies? Honey coated cornflakes didn’t sound half bad either. What if you mixed all three? Iconic, that’s what I am.
“Mornin’, love.” As you made your way over to the cupboards, you glanced over towards the direction of the fridge to see Harry snacking on something.
“Morning.” You smiled, rummaging through the cupboards to find all three of your- Wait. “What the hell??” You whipped around, your eyes popping open at the sight of your beanie-sweater-wearing, ring-bearing boyfriend casually standing by the fridge as if he hadn’t just disappeared for nearly three months.
“I finished the cornflakes, I’ll pick up a new box later.” Harry murmured through a mouthful of food, dusting his hands off. There was a moment in which the two of you were just staring at each other, you were still in shock, and Harry was eyeing the shirt (his shirt) you were wearing before looking up at you with his dopey smile. “Aren’t yeh gonna come and gimme a kiss? ‘ve been gone for a hot minute.”
“Oh my god!” You couldn’t help but squeal before you found yourself dashing over to Harry, practically tackling him in a hug before peppering his face with light kisses. “What are you doing here?” You pulled away, pressing your hands against his chest gently as you felt his arms wrap around your waist. (His arms had gotten a lot beefier, you had noticed. And his chest was definitely more muscle-y.)
“I live here, Y/N. I bought this house for us.” Harry teased, reaching up to tuck a strand of loose hair behind your ear.
“You know what I mean…”
“I’m done.” He said simply, leaning in to give you a sweet kiss.
“You’re done?” You asked softly, your lips parting in genuine shock. After so many months of Harry working his butt off and never having any time for you… He was done?
“Mhm. I don’ have to travel anywhere… I’ll be working from home. Didn’t like having to abandon you for a couple months at a time.” He pouted, “Plus, I know for a fact you never eat healthy when I’m not around.”
“It’s not my fault Panda Express is a ten-minute walk away from us.” You laughed lightly, shrugging as you did so. “I’m just… You’re home.” You whispered, Harry nodding before giving you another quick kiss.
“Now, c’mon. We’ve got a lot of catching up to do! I’d like to see you in that pretty little lingerie set in real life as opposed to on my screen.”
You know that "who you should fight" meme? Could you do a BSD version of it, if it's not too much to ask?
(Ngl this may be the best thing I’ve ever answered)
WHO YOU SHOULD FIGHT
Atsushi: You win(?)
Walk right up to him and beat the ever-loving shit of him. He’ll apologize to you. An easy fight, just don’t slip in any tasteless orphan jokes, it’ll have the opposite effect intended and he’ll take you the fuck out with the pure intent to prove he’s worthy. You could beat him but the psychological weight of crushing someone so innocent will ensure that you never feel right again. Fight him if you have no soul.
Dazai: You lose
He’ll turn the whole affair into a big joke. If you, by some stroke of luck, actually hit him, he’ll probably just say ‘harder daddy’. The psychological effects of brawling Dazai will be devastating either way. DO. NOT. FIGHT.
Ranpo: You win
Honestly, it’s hardly worth your time. He hasn’t eaten anything but chocolate cake and cheap lollipops for the last six years, not to mention any form of physical exercise. He’s got pale-ass noodle arms and a muffin top (don’t believe the official art’s lies. The bitch eats solely from a candy shop and looks like he just topped off a cycling session with Jillian Micheals? Get the fuck out). Just don’t bring a Jolly Rancher shiv because he’ll eat the damn thing. Undoubtedly fight, just be prepared to book it like a fucking librarian after you knock him out because the rest of the ADA will come after you.
Look, fourteen’s a shitty age even when you’re not dealing with pressing morality crises.There is nothing Kyouka wants more in this world than to dial herself, let Demon Snow rip and raise her kill count to thirty seven. But all you gotta do to keep her at bay is debate on morality like Matthew fucking Murdock in Netflix’s Daredevil. If you can successfully hold her back with discussion on ethics (and how hers will be jack-shit if she slaughters you) you have a slim chance of victory. A great fight if you need to practice for speech class.
Kunikida: You lose
You might think victory’s as simple as tossing his notebook in a nearby water fountain and watching him flip a lid, but this is an absolutely awful tactic and the inside of your head will be decorating the sidewalk in mere milliseconds. He beats Dazai’s band-aid wrapped flanks on the daily and he won’t hesitate to destroy yours. If you fight, at least your cause of death can be listed as ‘blonde beefcake’s rippling biceps’.
Kenji: You win
Just feed him a few bowls of Spaghetti-o’s before you deck him and the little blonde bitch won’t stand a chance. You can smack him back into the cultist backwater rice paddies he crawled out of easy as smacking a crippled fly. A perfect fight for abusing a fourteen year old without getting into too much trouble.
Fukuzawa: You lose
You might think you could dress up in a kitty costume and sneak up to him. And you could. It would be easy, in fact. He’s so focused on the cuteness he won’t notice any maliscious intent. Despite this his reflexes are simply too quick and he’ll still take you the fuck out when you make your move. A bad fight from all angles. You’ll have to fend off his adopted, dysfunctional ADA children too. Just don’t.
Akutagawa: Depends (99.5% losing chance. risky.)
Yeah, you’re fucked. Akutagawa won’t even wait until you initiate, he’ll be the one attacking you, probably over something minor and stupid like the color of your pants is personally offensive. Rashomon will be slicing and dicing you into a smoothie for cannibals before you know what hit you. The only way you make it out alive is if by some stroke of luck Dazai happens to be in a one hundred mile radius and Akutagawa’s senpai-radar starts going off. Fight only if you bring My Chemical Romance vinyls to punt at him; they’re his biggest weakness .
Chuuya: Depends (99.75% losing chance. Cross thy fingers and pray)
Facing Chuuya is a bigger risk than that board game. He’s practically impervious to all close-up melee and he’s too small of a target to be hit with anything from afar. You might think you’d have a fighting chance if you knocked his hat off; after all, that’s basically all he is. A hat rack prone to alcoholism. But that fury will only make him stronger and he’ll crush you like you’re a cum-covered Dazai body pillow. As with Akutagawa your only glimmer of hope for survival is if bandage-kun happens to be close by because Chuuya will prioritize and leave your now crippled ass in the dust that he punted you in. Only fight while intoxicated. (Both of you. Not just him. It’s more fun that way. Much like Turkish oil wrestling but with more gravity.)
Mori: You lose
If you want to fight him you’ve obviously got a death wish and I’m not going to stop you. There’s easier ways to go though, man. Easier ways. His expression won’t even change when he whips out that scalpel (I don’t believe that man’s ever been to medical school) and filets you like a fresh caught tuna, on its way to a B-rated fast food join. Your body’s gonna get left on the pavement for the stray dogs. (No, I’m not gonna finish that joke. Low hanging fruit. I have some dignity.) If you want to die that bad, just go see if Dazai will suicide with you. It’ll be significantly less painful
Elise: I fucking dare you
I mean, you probably could take her out, she’s like seven. Mori will let her play skip rope with your small intestine after she’s recovered. Rest In Peace if you even consider it.
Kouyou: You lose
I don’t know what would inspire you to be so stupid. She’ll just let out a dignified little chuckle and shove that umbrella sword so far up your ass you’ll be tasting acid rain for months, and she’ll do it all in the most ladylike way possible. Unless you’re ready for your innards to end up in a teapot, served with chocolate-coated orange wafers at tea break, just don’t fight.
He’s fucking dead. What are you gonna do, kick his headstone, maybe plant some weeds over his grave? Just don’t mention the burnt orphan soup, or he’ll literally rise and put you in his coffin instead. If you’re willing to dabble into necromancy, knock yourself (or him, in this case) out.
I get why you’d want to fight him, I really do. He looks like a miniature Cruella Deville on an acid trip. But you just don’t have a chance. Hit him. Go ahead. As soon as you so much as brush him he has the power to destroy your shit like it’s never been destroyed before. Will annihilate you from the inside out. The deadliest emo thirteen year old there’s ever been; avoid at all costs!!!
Higuchi: You LOSE
You might think you have a chance because she doesn’t have an ability. But you’re gravely mistaken. Higuchi is bitter. Higchi is ruthless. Higuchi does not give a fuck about anything other than getting Emotagawa-senpai to notice her. She has nothing, nothing to lose and she will not rest until she’s pulling your tonsils through your asshole in the hopes that Akutagawa will give her a thumbs-up for slaughtering you. DO NOT fight. She stands to lose nothing and gain everything.
Hawthorne: You lose
You might think that you’d have a fighting chance because he’s a priest and priest’s aren’t supposed to wreck people’s shit but he will see your sins and you won’t even see him coming. Try to punch him his ability is literally activated by injuries. Knocks you out with a psalter hymnal and ships you off to Bible camp while you’re unconscious. Only fight if you have never sinned, not once, ever.
If you’re from the city he’ll destroy you. Farm boys always tear apart city people no questions asked. If that fact doesn’t dissuade you then just prepare yourself not to be freaked the fuck out when he jack-knifes his own neck and starts sprouting flora. As long as you keep your cool you’ve got a 30/70 chance. Only fight if you bring a metric fucktonne of weed killer.
Poe: You win (biggest douchecanoe award, but that’s about it)
Physically, sure, you could sneeze within fifty feet of his pasty ass and take him down. But really? Do you really want to hurt him? He’ll stare right into your soul with those sad, sad eyes and wonder just what he did to inspire such bitterness in you. If you can still fuck him up after that then you’d best kiss your spirit goodbye because it’s descending to the seventh level of fiery hell as you read this. Plus, honestly, there’s no true triumph against a man whose best bud is a raccoon. That’s just too rad. If you can deal with the pressing moral consequences and a pissed off raccoon, go for it. (You monster).
Mitchell: You win
All you have to do is push her hospital bed down the stairs and pretend it was an accident. Her comatose ass can’t do a thing to stop you. Fight if you’re ready to run from angry hospital staff.
Fitzgerald: You lose
You know, this sentient sack of Benjamins deserves it, in all honesty, but don’t try. Him and his power suit will kick you into the next millennia before you can say ‘old sport’. Prepare to be crushed by capitalism.
Melville: You win
He’s like eighty and his ability’s a goddamn floating whale. As long as you don’t throw down at Sea World, you’re good. Fight as long as you’re not in front of an assisted living facility; the CNAs will think he’s a resident and defend him.
Attack him while he’s trying to nap and he’ll be too lazy to get up. Otherwise… yeah, just google ‘Cthulhu’. You’ll get the idea. Don’t fight: there’s no beating weaponized tentacle porn.
Montgomery: You lose
Go right ahead and try, she’ll whisk you away to her Melanie-Martinez ass torture dimension and let Anne mop the floor with your teeth. It’s kind of like challenging God. Unless you want to spend eternity in an unsexy rip-off of the 50 shades Red Room, DO. NOT. ENGAGE.
Twain: You win
Twain’s all talk, anybody that walks around with their titties hanging out 24/7 is definitely trying to distract from something. In this case he’s trying to fool people into thinking he’s not a dictionary-definition pussy. Rip the heads off his muppet babies and he doesn’t even have an ability anymore, the schmuck. Fight when you’re looking for a quick self-esteem boost.
Alcott: You win
This poor woman does not deserve to be tortured anymore than she already is by the weight of her own social awkwardness, but if you really insist: make a derogatory comment and she’s basically down for the count already, no physical contact necessary. If you really want to dominate, just steal her glasses and she instantly morphs into a significantly less foxy Velma Dinkley. Also significantly less prone to self defense. An A-1 fight for when you’re looking to cement residency in Hell.
You would think his beanpole ass would be an easy target. You’d be wrong, though. So very wrong. He’s been chugging tomato juice like it’s his job for the past forever and he’s got a snazzy pair of handcuffs he’s just dying to break out. If you sabotage basic safety features on his car, though, he’s a goner. Just sneakily unbuckle his seat belt while he’s driving and you’ve basically defeated him right then and there. A good fight for practicing strategic tactics and subtle vehicle vandalism.
Fyodor: You lose
Just ask A how that one turned out. Actually, ask anyone in the manga what throwing down with Fyodor entails. (Unless you only watch the anime, then just wait for the season three that we’re probably not getting) He’ll escort you personally to the gates of hell with a flick to your forehead. Then he’ll step right over your still-warm corpse and start playing the cello with that unnecessarily wide leg-spreadage. Mess with this sentient ushanka hat and he’ll uSHANKa you.
Pansy HATED Valentine’s Day. And like most of the things in her life after the War, she had her parents to thank for that. Year in, year out, she saw her mother and her female friends lavished with expensive jewellery, roses and chocolate coated candy on that special day and ignored or (in her mother’s case) manhandled by their husbands for the rest of the year.
She swore never to celebrate it with a man. Despite the popular belief, she wanted more out of life - not just shiny baubles and knick-knacks. (If he doesn’t show me his love all year round…well…let’s just say I’m tired of playing pretend.) She wanted something real.
Until Potter, that is.
The first year : it was to soon to do anything anyway. They started going out a few days into the new year. No need for grand gestures if it wasn’t going to last. Potter cancelled the dinner reservation he’d made and she spent the day in bed not answering floo calls, owls or persistant knocking on her bedroom door. (It’s just another day…just another abysmally normal day…)
The second year she ran to Italy. Fifteen minutes before their double date with the Malfoys. (Blaise needs my help, Harry! Somebody has to take care of Beatrice while he makes the funeral arrangements. I guess spousal death is genetic in that family.) He swallowed the retort that Zabini had three nanny elves and an entire horde of staff at his beck and call, apparated to Draco’s study and helped himself to a generous amount of Malfoy’s finest firewhiskey.
The third year Pansy ran out of excuses. She sat at her vanity that afternoon, willing herself not to vomit or apparate to Australia, when she heard Harry come in. In his left hand there was a bottle of champagne and in his right a bag full of frosted anti-valentine cookies. Seeing her terrified expression, he held them closer for her to inspect them and smiled.
“Valentine’s is such an overrated day. It isn’t even a real holiday.”
She burst out laughing through the tears gathered in the corners of her eyes.
“I love you. You know that, right?”
They spent the whole day and night in Muggle London eating street food, drinking champagne, running around, holding hands, exchanging inappropriately long kisses and talking. Pansy did most of it, explaining the mysterious connection between chocolate and insults and jewellery and blows to the head and Harry listened.
The City was beginning to wake when the taxi left them in front of Pansy’s townhouse. Harry started walking away, but changed his mind. After getting her attention, he hesitantly produced a red rose behind his back.
“Happy Ordinary Day, Pansy.”
(for @ladiefury. This turned into a drabble. Whoops. Big thank you to @curiouselfqueen for her gentle beta-ing<3)
Taako is attracted to all of Kravitz’s forms, drunk or sober and even if he’s cold as hell
Kravitz’s eyes remain red no matter how hard he focuses, he cannot turn those glowing red eyes off
When they lounge together in Taako’s room in the dark, his eyes act as a nightlight for Taako who will never admit that the glow soothes him
Kravitz cooks for Taako, the elf won’t cook for Kravitz (1. He doesn’t need to eat and 2. his past) but he does teach Kravitz how to cook
Kravitz has no sense of taste, like vampires in some stories all the food he eats tastes like ash or turns into ash. Because of this, he can’t taste test food and puts way too much cinnamon into apple pies and while his hot chocolate is to die for (ha) the chocolate will coat your mouth completely
Kravitz absolutely adores Taako, within the first week of dating him. He’s immortal but he falls hard and fast while Taako takes a bit longer to warm up to him
Kravitz picks up on Taako’s low moods and will collect him up into his lap, back to chest, and play with his hair until he feels better
Kravitz is nearly always in a state of mess since he’s always so busy and no longer needs to look after personal grooming. Taako ends up doing his hair and getting him decent clothes and does his eyeshadow when he thinks it won’t disappear because he has to change form
Kravitz doesn’t tell Taako that he can just shape his form to have makeup or clean hair, and it just takes more concentration, because he likes being taken care of (and also the feel of Taako’s hands)
Taako loves Kravitz’s work outfit and despairs every time this fashion disaster of a boy shows up in multiple shades of grey and once he wore socks and sandals
Taako will fiddle with Kravitz’s hands, robe, and hair when he’s jumpy and needs something to distract himself
Taako’s bed originally only had enough pillows for Taako, he’s now got so many he can bury his boyfriend in them and enjoys doing it when Kravitz is ‘sleeping’ just so he can sleep on him without getting ribs to the face
Taako’s room is messy as hell and Kravitz cleans it slightly every time he visits, if it were anyone else Taako would’ve gotten angry but he lets the reaper do it (maybe he tripped a few too many times for Taako to feel okay getting mad at him)
When your alarm woke you up the next morning Spencer was still sprawled over your chest. His grip on your pajama shirt had loosened during the night but his arm was still wrapped around you.
You moved to grab your phone, swiping the alarm off and Spencer stirred, sliding off you and back to his own side of the bed when he realised where his head was.
“You didn’t have to move you know, I tend to set my alarms super early so I can snooze on and off. How are you feeling?”
He looked like hell, his eyes were red rimmed and the shadows underneath more prominent than normal even though you both seemed to have slept for a good seven hours.
He made a ‘meh’ sound before rolling on to his side and facing away from you.
“Reid, come on. Talk to me.” You scooted closer, feeling him stiffen.
“Don’t snap at me, I’m trying to be your friend here.”
He sighed and coughed, clearing his throat.
“I’m sorry. I’m just…. not sure how to feel about this. I mean, he’s my father. But I hate him. And now he’s dying. I should feel sad. The look on his face when he asked for my forgiveness was so… pathetic. And I feel like the worlds worst person because of the satisfaction it gave me to tell him no.”
You reached out and placed your hand on his side, just above his hip bone.
“Do you really feel that strongly that you can’t at least tell him that you forgive him, you don’t have to mean it? He’s probably in a lot of pain right now already. I know he can’t make what he’s done right, but…. Spence, he’s dying. He’s probably sitting there in his hospital room, going through a list of regrets he has and you can bet that not being there for you will be number one.”
Reid rolled back over so he was flat again, and shook the hair out of his eyes.
“He said that. That not seeing me grow up was his biggest regret. That, and hurting my mom by leaving.”
“There you go then.”
He closed his eyes, rubbing them with the heels of his hands.
“I don’t want to see him again.”
“So write him a letter and send it to the hospice. You don’t have to mean it but it will give a dying man some peace. He may not have played a huge part in your life Spencer, but he helped bring you into this world.”
He didn’t speak for so long after that that you worried he’d gone back to sleep.
You grabbed your phone again checking the clock. Still plenty of time to get ready and get to work.
“Y/N?” his voice was small and defeated.
“Thanks for being you. For knowing that I needed a friend last night, when I didn’t want to ask.”
“Spence, we may have a slightly unconventional friendship right now but we are that, friends. Pretty good ones too. I’m here for you, whenever and wherever. I mean that. You want another hug? Then we have to get up, we both need to shower and that takes time.”
“We could always shower together, that would save time.”
You punched him lightly on the arm, glad to hear he was able to joke again. “No more hugs for you. Perv…..”
Spencer had been only mildly subdued at work, not enough for the others to notice though and luckily the week had passed quickly.
The team didn’t have a case, so the time was spent updating and reviewing old files and sorting through the never ending pile of cold cases that always got shipped up to the BAU.
Spencer and Rossi were lecturing in a neighbouring town, whilst Morgan was helping out at the Academy, speaking with new recruits.
As much as you enjoyed the chase and catching the “bad guys”, you also enjoyed spending time in the office, catching up on the gossip and bantering with your co workers. It also gave you all chance to catch up with mounds of filing that always accumulated.
By the time Friday rolled around and you still didn’t have a case, you were looking forward to the weekend.
“So, are you seeing Dan this weekend?”
You and Emily were seated at the tables in front of the break out area, her eating an apple and you working your way through a bag of Reeses Miniature Peanut Butter Cups. You only had an hour before clocking off time, you all praying that a case didn’t come in at the last minute.
Spencer was stood at the coffee machine refuelling, and you saw his ears prick up at the name Dan, him turning his body oh so slightly.
“Erm… Yes. I think. Providing we don’t get called away.”
“So what are you doing together? Is he taking you anywhere fancy?”
“Erm….. I don’t actually know. He mentioned maybe a play or something?”
Spencer had told you to think about what you wanted to try next but you hadn’t. Your evenings had been spent clocking some long overdue gym hours and spending time with friends. You really hadn’t spent much time thinking about your weekend plans, you almost didn’t want to let yourself, knowing that as soon as you started thinking about it, you wouldn’t be able to stop.
“Well don’t leave it too late if you’re wanting to catch a show, all of the good seats will be sold out.”
“I guess.” Hmmmm.
“Have you banged him yet?”
“Em!” You choked on a piece of chocolate coated peanut butter, reaching for your water bottle to rinse it down. You could see Spencer smirking out of the corner of your eye, stirring his coffee very slowly.
She shrugged and grinned. “Oh come on, don’t start acting all coy now. I remember you texting me after Sam and telling me how he was so big you wanted to take photos and frame them because you didn’t think anyone would believe you.”
Shit. Damn it… You’d been going through a dry spell at that time and had spent the evening flirting with a sandy haired bartender that worked at a bar you and Emily used to visit.
“He was pretty big. So much so that the actual sex wasn’t even that great. It hurt to walk the next day, and not in a good way. He may have been big, but he definitely didn’t know what to do with it.”
“So does Dan know what to do with his then? Is he good?”
You saw Spencer turn around, now leaning against the counter with his coffee cup pressed to his lips. Emily followed your gaze, seeing him stood there.
“Don’t mind him…. It’s just Reid. Spill.”
Just Reid. Oh if only she fucking knew.
“Fine. Yes we have. And yes. It was very good.”
His faced twitched, dimples starting to form where he was grinning.
“Marks out of ten?”
You thought about it very carefully.
His smile dropped, turning into a frown.
“Only an eight?”
“Yup. He was good, but I’d have liked to come a few more times. One orgasm per encounter isn’t acceptable.”
“Hey, it’s more than some girls get.”
She tossed her core into the bin and walked back to her desk, you finally making eye contact with Reid.
He took Emily’s seat and leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper.
“You know, some ‘people’…. ” The air quotations signifying he was referring to people in the scene. “Would consider an eight to be an insult, and would double and then triple the amount of strikes that ‘someone’ else, might already have against them.”
“Then it’s a good job we’re at work and not playing in your apartment isn’t it?”
“A very good job, Snow.”
“Do you consider an eight to be an insult then…… Dan?”
“Nope. Because we were only just beginning. It’ll be a ten by the end of the weekend. Trust me. I don’t need a huge cock to take away your ability to walk.”
“I didn’t mean….. ”
“Oh hush, I’m not in the least bit insecure about that. I’m above the male average, and there’s plenty of ways to get you off with out that anyway. Plenty.”
With that, he stood and strutted back to his own desk.
Five o'clock came and Hotch dismissed you all, with the reminder that an easy week, probably meant for double the work the next.
The ride home with Spencer was quiet, you almost scared to ask what the plans were, making idle chitchat instead.
When you pulled up outside his building, he turned to you.
“Go home and pack. Do not shower. I want you back here no later than seven pm. Bring clothes for going out in the day time and something respectable looking for the evening. Bring the matching underwear set with the ties, the purple peek a boo bra with the crotchless panties and bring the stockings. Pack your tight black pencil skirt you were wearing two Mondays ago, with a white shirt. And bring your glasses.”
“The classic sexy secretary look? Bit clichéd don’t you think?”
“If I’m thinking correctly, I’d have guessed it was that film that spurred your interest in this in the first place, and given the little twitch you just showed then, I know I’m right. Not a terrible portrayal of BDSM in a functioning relationship actually. And it’s not a given that you’ll be wearing them, but I want options.”
“Red and yellow at any time alright, Snow?”
“And on Monday, I’ll be overhearing a conversation between you and Emily where you tell her that Dan, has been bumped up to a ten.”
“Sure thing….. Dan.”
He unbuckled his seat belt and slid out of the car. “Hurry along now, Snow. I’ll be waiting.”
(I have no idea if April Fools Day is actually a thing in Japan, but whatevs! Also it’s not April 1st here yet, but I’m already seeing pranks going around so I figure it’s fair game to put it up now. In order of who I thought of first.)
Spends the week leading up to the day telling everyone in the school that April Fools Day pranks will not be tolerated, especially those of a physical nature that cause damage or pain!
Becomes the main target for most of the nasty pranks as a results, tries to put on a brave face and says he’s glad it’s him and not one of his friends, but he still spends the day getting gradually more and more hurt and upset by the pranks directed at him.
Keeps having to change his uniform because they’re getting stained. Eventually all ten get damaged and he spends part of the evening doing laundry in his underwear and a towel just so he has something to wear.
Before the day even starts there’s fake screen shots of a new album from her band going around, talk of amazing sounding press appearances, basically fake news that her fans are getting really excited for
She doesn’t do any pranks herself, just spends the day apologetically denying all the fake rumours to her fans, and gets upset that she has to make them upset that she isn’t able/planning to do any of those things they were all really excited about.
Starts the day thinking all the crazy pranks and fake online news that only gullible dumbasses would fall for are hilarious… until he sees how genuinely upset Sayaka is, at which point he goes online and start angrily lambasting everyone sharing the fake news about her band.
Still thinks physical pranks are funny though, and sets up several of the classic ones- buckets of water/jello/soft balls perched on doors, thumbtacks on chairs, some tripwires areas with softer flooring, etc. This is much to the annoyance of…
Doesn’t really care about the day. He thinks people making their friends look stupid is bullshit, but realises it’s just tradition and they don’t mean anything by it. He’s spent the last week making it clear that anyone dumb enough to make him look like a foolis getting a beat down in return though, so no one tries anything that might hit him.
Ends up spending the day getting increasingly angry at how Kiyotaka is being treated, which ends up with him slamming Leon into a wall when one of his buckets of jello just happens to ruin Kiyotaka’s final clean uniform. It takes a combined effort from Kiyotaka, Chihiro and Makoto to stop him from punching Leon.
Likes the idea of silly pranks, but wouldn’t dream of actually hurting anyone. Most of her pranks are food based, such as switching the sugar with salt, and offering people gross foods disguised as candy (caramel onions, chocolate-coated boiled sprouts, Mayonnaise filled donuts)
Feels bad for tricking them regardless, and offers them real candy/donuts to make up for it once they’ve fallen for it.
Doesn’t really get involved in the day. It’s not something she’s familiar with, and it seems foolish to her.
No one dares target her either, aside from Asahina, so she doesn’t suffer at all. Even when Asahina targets her, she doesn’t realise it’s a prank and just tries to give her cooking tips until Hina confesses that it was supposed to be a joke.
Gets stupendously excited about the news of a new season of Demon Angel * Pretty Pudgy Princess, until he discovers that it’s fake and is crushed. But then he decides to get in on the fun and writes a post declaring that from this day on he’s quitting fan art and only drawing photo-realistic pictures of snakes. Spends the rest of the day bathing in the outcry from his disappointed fans before admitting that he made it up for April Fools.
Because of this, he spends most of the day at the computer and doesn’t get hit by many pranks, except for the ones set up by…
Knows not to trust anything online today, unless there are multiple sources for it. Doesn’t get hit by many pranks in real life, because A) No ones that much of an asshole to target tiny little Fujisaki and B) They figure Mondo would kill them if they did.
Plays a few computer based pranks: Troll-face stickers stuck on the underside of the mice in the computer labs (So they don’t work), sets the home page on every browser to Rick Astley’s Never Gonna Give You Up, gets Alter-Ego to imitate various people and insist that they’ve been trapped in the computer. Stupid stuff that even Kiyotaka manages to laugh at.
She thinks the whole thing is petty, but she’s bet several of the tougher students that she can scare the life out of them at some point during the day, so she sets up various jump-scare type pranks, with help from coerced victims volunteers. Stuff like cardboard cutouts of insects placed inside lamp shades, creepy manequins floating around in quiet classrooms, students in scary costumes jumping out unexpectedly.
She wins all her bets, and spends the day making sure she doesn’t go anywhere/try anything she hasn’t just watched someone else go/try first, making her immune to most other pranks.
Tries to do a few of the sillier classic pranks, but his bad luck means he ends up victim of the prank he was just attempting to play.
Examples: Tries to swap salt and sugar, but fails to notice Hina’s already done it, so it’s just himself with salt in his morning coffee. Goes to set up a bucket of plastic balls over the homeroom classroom door and gets hit by Leon’s first bucket of water instead.
In the end he just gives up and decides to help…
She’s not interested in pulling pranks (Except the odd bit of teasing aimed at Makoto), and she manages to spot most of them before they hit her, especially as she’s being extra cautious today.
She’s still a detective though, and spends most of the day with Makoto collecting evidence to determine who set up most of them, which she then passes to Kiyotaka at the end of the day.
Decides he’s going to prank everyone by just spouting nonsense instead of giving real predictions. Ironically his nonsense is 100% accurate, and he spends the next few weeks trying to replicate the effect, but without any luck.
Previously tried to predict what pranks were going to get played on him, so he dodges a few things, but still gets hit by a ton of stuff. (He’s also the only person other than Makoto with salt in his morning drink)
Doesn’t set up any pranks, obviously he’s far too refined for that petty nonsense! He has approved a few false news articles about ‘upcoming’ physically impossible/ridiculous Togami brand products, because apparently that sort of thing results in good viral marketing (he’s consulted Fujisaki on this though, and vetoed a coupld of ideas on the programmer’s advice)
Doesget hit by a few of the practical jokes as well, but the jokes of them once Kirigiri gives him evidence he needs to send them the dry-cleaning bill for his fancy suits… Assuming they’ve not already had the life scared out of them by…
Toko Fukawa/Genocider Syo
Toko tries to spend the day hiding in her room, but gets dragged out by Kiyotaka who insists she still has to go to class and that his warnings will have prevented any wronging today.
About ten minutes after that she’s hit with a burst of black pepper from some pranks, making her sneeze and spend several hours as Genocider, whose idea of a good April Fools Day prank is to jump out at people screaming “You’re so fucking cute I’m gonna kill ya!” and then, once they’ve wet themselves, burst out laughing and tell them not to worry, they’re too ugly for her to kill.
At Junko’s suggestion, dresses up as and acts like her sister. The pair pretend Junko’s been cloned until everyone’s seen through it and Junko gets bored of the prank.
Spends the rest of the day being incredibly cautious not to get hit by pranks, because she doesn’t dare ruin the clothes or wig Junko lent her. Her soldier training makes her successful at this.
Once she’s done pretending to be a clone, starts pulling off really crazy pranks, like breaking into the boys lockers while they’re in gym and replacing their trousers with skirts, hacking the school announcent system and having Monokuma do a broadcast, fills the headmaster’s office with balloons and finally spends the evening finding people who have fallen asleep and painting their faces with crazy makeup, then taking pictures.
Despite the craziness of her pranks, she’s the only one Kyoko can’t find any evidence against, so she gets off scot-free.
Word count: 600+ Pairing: Pietro Maximoff & female!Reader Warnings: Implied sexual content Summary:Drabble: Pietro wants to surprise you, but you’re the one who’s faster. A/N: Since today this one spooks around in my head and I wanted to write even something little. Happy Valentine’s Day! 💕
“How much do one hundred roses cost?”
Pietro Maximoff’s smile slightly faltered as the florist answered him. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t want to spend so much money for you on Valentine’s Day, he simply didn’t had it. He was an Avenger, not someone who could pull hundreds of dollars out of his pockets.
He cleared his throat. “What about twelve?”
The florist laughed lightly at Pietro’s stressed face and continued tying a bouquet of exactly twelve red roses. “Twenty dollars.”
The smile returned on the speedster’s face and he took out a twenty dollar note. “I’ll take a bouquet,” he said. “Do you have one in pink?”
Pietro could already hear the music blasting from yours and his apartment before he had opened the door and stepped in. He could also smell the sweet scent of chocolate throughout the whole room and he couldn’t imagine what delicious threat you had prepared for him. Trying to be silent (even though you probably wouldn’t even hear him if he came in through the glass of the window), he closed the door again, slipped out of his shoes and made his way to the kitchen to surprise you.
The scent of chocolate intensified and the music got, if even possible, more louder. But Pietro stopped dead in his tracks as he saw you.
Not caring about anything or anyone around you, you sang along to Ed Sheeran’s “Shape of You”, occasionally stopping when you tried from the meal you prepared for yourself and Pietro. The latter couldn’t take his eyes off of you as moved your body to the music. They wandered over your bare legs to your really short shorts and over your back, shoulders also bare as you were just wearing a tank top.
”Boy, let’s not talk too much, grab on my waist and put that body on me.” During the last verse you sang along, you had whirled around, one finger coated in chocolate and slowly making its way to your mouth. Your gaze fell on your boyfriend and realization weren’t even fully shown in those e/c eyes of yours before you softly hit a mattress.
”Pietro!” you exclaimed shocked, eyes wide and looking around frantically to help process where you were. Bedroom, you realized, but your attention were quickly drawn away with Pietro gently grabbing your wrist.
”Hey, gorgeous,” he greeted, accent heavy, lips pulled into a smirk. Slowly he closed them around your finger, licking off the chocolate you originally wanted to try yourself. Your face flushed deep red and you stared at Pietro slightly disbelieved. But he simply closed his eyes as he savored the taste of the dark sweetness in his mouth and laced your fingers together. “I wanted to surprise you, but instead you surprised me.”
”Really?” you asked, eyes fixed on Pietro who had his eyes opened again and returned your gaze with darkened blue ones.
”Hm,” made Pietro and suddenly held a bouquet of pink roses in his other hand. They were slightly disheveled due to his fast running to get you in the bedroom. A smile formed on your face.
”Pietro! That’s so sweet of y- what the hell?!” Shock was evident on your face again as Pietro tossed the bouquet carelessly on the floor.
”Boy, let’s not talk too much, grab on my waist and put that body on me. Yes?” Pietro grinned satisfied as your red face only deepened in color and he slipped his free hand under your top, slowly pushing the fabric up.
”Let me show you how much ‘I’m in love with your body‘.”
Last night you were in my room. Now my bed sheets smell like you.